It’s those weird, unmusical times again.

These eternally repetitive songs. I understand it if you’ve just eaten some Mexican mushrooms and don’t want to get out of the mood. But just to listen to? No harmony, no arcs of suspense. The whole story is not told. Each to their own… it’s not mine.

Soul is just country music in disguise.

‘Till The Cows Come Home’ is a very explicit song that was popularized by Lucille Bogan and her whorehouse jazz. It has been covered hundreds of times since then. Rarely by men :)) but here is a nice (and very popular) version by Clyde Mcphatter. Let’s hope the cows don’t come back any time soon.